But as always, my darling daughter. My ever faithful first born. The light of my life. The only reason I still get out of bed in the morning. She was of course eager to help. Go get the ant spray, said I. And she dutifully headed down to the garage while I grabbed the broom and started sweeping living ants and rotten food into a pile. Hurry up with that ant spray! They're going to figure out what's happening and start scattering.
I can't find the bug spray!
What?? It's on the same shelf in the garage it always is.
Well it ain't there.
So I run down to the garage and go running around. No bug spray. I know it was there yesterday. Did Mrs Bruce or Brucino get off their asses to help look? Fuck no.
Well, maybe it fell behind the shelf?
Hrrm. Good idea, my smart, beautiful, and ever helpful companion who shares the very blood in my veins. I run back down to the garage, and indeed, there it is behind the shelf. I bend over and reach down to retrieve it.
Have you ever had a face full of spiderwebs with living spiders and spider eggs? Well I have, and believe me, it's not nearly as much fun as it sounds.
After much shrieking, flailing, cursing, and convulsing, I made it back to the panicking ants and probably killed most of them, and the survivors will surely attack me in my sleep.
After putting everything away and sitting back down on the couch, still twitching, still slapping at invisible ants on my ankles, still grabbing invisible webs from my hair and face.....my daughter says she has a confession......
Remember when I said the bug spray might have fallen behind the shelf? Uh....well.....it fell behind the shelf because I uh.....accidentally knocked it over......
Wait.....what? WHAT?? Why didn't you pick it up?
Cause I didn't want to get spiders in my face.
...............processing........no.....does not compute......not possible.............
So it was exactly where I said it was?
Yep.
And you not only lied about not finding it, but you let me run around looking for it?
Yep. But I gave you a clue where to find it.
Oh, a clue. A CLUE!!! A CLUE THAT LED ME STRAIGHT INTO A FACE FULL OF SPIDERS!?!?









The outrage! The betrayal! The incomprehensible treachery!!! The insidious deliberate cowardice! My angle hath fallen!!
Brucino! Congratulations. You are now my new favorite.
Cool, he says, as he sits down on the couch, munching a bowl full of potato chips.